The General and his Spectre

We fade in backstage to Simon Kalis' locker room where he's only just arrived as he throws his duffle bag down and removes his suit jacket.

Spectre: I am here.

Kalis turns his head as the man called Spectre steps into his locker room, his thick Scottish accent glaring in contrast to Simon's "North American" one.

Simon Kalis: Welcome, soldier. If it isn't the big Scottish machine.

He nods, putting his clenched fists behind his back and standing with a straight and strict posture. Kalis approaches him, looking him up and down. The man stands a few inches taller than Simon, and is covered in what appears to be a very well detailed red mask over his head. Kalis squints as he checks Spectre's nose.

Simon Kalis: I told you to get a really menacing look going but... That's just the mask, right? You didn't cut your nose off or anything?

Simon Kalis: You are the first product of my training school in Osaka that isn't related to me by blood, and the best of the two others who graduated with you. I take it your first assignment was a success?

Spectre reaches into his back pocket and holds up the cloth mask that once belonged to Hikari Yurei, who appeared and disappeared just as quick. Kalis takes it and smiles as he crushes it in his hands, before chucking it into a garbage can.

Spectre: He's going to be spending a very, very long time in a Thai jail sir. The Thai government does not take kindly to heroin smugglers, apparently.

Simon Kalis: Creative solution, Spectre. I like that sort of thinking. But you're not here to ruin peoples lives.

Kalis pauses for a moment and smirks as he heads back to his duffle bag.

Simon Kalis: Well, not that way, anyways. Now your training pays off, and the dream you had as a young lad from Glasgow pays off my friend.

Spectre stands back at attention as Simon unzips the duffle bag and pulls out a small dossier.

Spectre: Hikari's aunt, Riona... She will not find a problem with this action?

Kalis flips through the pages in the dossier, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: Chris was Vanessa's nephew. Riona has no contact with that side of the family until I revealed the truth to her. I doubt she even knows who the kid was. He was a sad little boy who forgot his love for me, Spectre. Fear gave way and he attempted to end my career.

Simon Kalis: Maya, defeated. Johnny Maverick, in a hospital bed thanks to me. Hikari, destroyed by you. Duff? Defeated and lost the moment he strayed away from my lessons. They all fell, but it is never enough Spectre.

Kalis turns and tosses the dossier to Spectre.

Simon Kalis: Traitors die a thousand deaths, Spectre. Remember that.

Spectre looks at the dossier, the name "Joshua Danielson" written clearly on it. Kalis has a number of dossiers in his duffle bag amongst his attire for the evening, even holding one up marked "Lucious Starr" which he puts back into the duffle bag for his own use.

Spectre: This Joshua Danielson... Was he not a friend of yours?

Kalis nods.

Simon Kalis: He was.

Spectre: Your orders then, sir?

Kalis approaches Spectre as he pulls a cigarette out from behind his ear and sparks it.

Simon Kalis: Terminate.

Kalis grabs Spectre by the shoulder.

Simon Kalis: But now you'll use the skills you were taught under my tutelage for this sport. Not the skillset you used to dispatch Christopher.

Spectre: Should I then issue a challenge to Danielson?

Simon Kalis: Yeah, with your foot crushing his adams apple.

Spectre pauses for a moment in reflection as he flips through the dossier himself. Simon turns around and straightens his posture as he stares off into his own thoughts.

Spectre: Sir... If I may ask why?

Simon Kalis: Before Starr, I had shown young Joshua respect and praise upon my defeat of him in the ring. He joined Starr, whom later joined me. He made a choice, Spectre. That choice was to stand by Beta Starr to this very day.

Kalis takes a drag off his smoke.

Simon Kalis: For that decision, I have taken it as a personal insult. Do you have a problem with that?

Spectre shakes his head, even though Simon's back is turned.

Simon Kalis: Good. Because tonight we begin the salvation of the PWA from the shallow grips of the failures who have risen in my short absense.

Spectre nods, stomps his foot and salutes Simon.

Spectre: Sir.

Spectre leaves the locker room as Kalis clears his throat, shaking his head.

Simon Kalis: I'm so sorry Josh... You should've picked the right side.

We fade to ringside as Simon reaches into his duffle bag pulls out military urban camoflauge gear he once wore during...

Jimmy G. Freeman vs Cody Bogard

Singles Match

Cody and Jimmy had a heavily contested bout, showing off both of their technical skills. Cody had the early advantage, grounding Jimmy and hitting him with high impact moves such as a power bomb and a superplex. but Jimmy was able to fight back with a discreet low blow away from the referee's eyes. Jimmy started his own offense and brought Cody down with a quick snap mare followed by a neck snap. Jimmy took a moment to pose for the crowd and Cody was already back on his feet asking for more. Jimmy spun around and was caught by Cody, quickly dropped on his head from a DDT combined with a head scissors. Jimmy fought his way out of the hold, but he was still dropped to the mat after getting to his feet from an Excalibur Slash! Jimmy shot his shoulder up at the two count and Cody was getting a little un nerved that this new guy wouldn’t stay down. Cody picked him up off the mat and tried to hit Jimmy with his Kikosho Driver, but Jimmy was able to roll back behind Cody and catch him with a reverse DDT. After that it was all downhill for Cody as Jimmy took advantage of the situation. Jimmy pressed his advantage by hitting Cody with a face buster. Whipping Cody to the corner, Jimmy had something in mind. Jimmy had set Cody up and hit him with a Frankensteiner before setting him up for his finisher, the Pitchfork Plunge! After Cody's head bounced off the mat, Jimmy covered him for the 1 2 3!!!

Winner: Jimmy G. Freeman

Cast The First Stone

We come backstage from the match to see Katrina standing in front of the camera holding a PWA microphone in her hand. She’s smiling and begins to speak.

Katrina: “Ladies and Gentlemen, after the debacle in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart in Montana, Matt Stone has been unable to be reached for an interview. Tonight he has locked himself in his locker room preparing for his match against Daniel Kalis, however I have been given the opportunity to interview one of his closest friends, and joining me at this time is Elizabeth Davis.”

Elizabeth walks on screen from the right and smiles.

Liz: ‘Hello, Katrina.”

Katrina: “Hey, love your shoes.”

Liz: “Thanks, I got them on sale.”

Katrina: “They’re so beautiful. But I have to ask, why did you dunk Matt in that lemon juice? I thought you two were best friends?”

Liz: “I’m going to cut you off right there. Matt talks a big game, I was watching Rampage after Genesis and I saw him standing up for my honor, attacking Duff verbally for weeks over what happened at Genesis, but the sad fact of it is that while he was here in PWA defending my honor, he never once came by to see me, not once did even so much as text me to ask how I was doing. In fact, the only person who came by to see me was Duff himself. He may call himself an asshole, but he was very apologetic to me over what happened and I put no ill will towards him at all. Now Matt, he didn’t give a damn about what happened to me, he was just using it as an excuse as to why he lost the Intercontinental championship and tried to politic his way back into title contention. I’d like to publicly thank mark Sommers for not falling for it and giving Matthew Stone nothing but the crap he deserves.”

Katrina: “Well, Matt is very busy with all of his PWA responsibilities, as well as appearing on the BWF return pay-per-view and victory appearances…”

Liz: “Good for him, I wish him the best of luck, but he’s going to be proceeding without me to push around, anymore. In fact, Katrina, I wouldn’t mind having a few words with you…”

Katrina: “Yeah, about what?”

Liz: “Your future, here, let’s walk and talk…”

The two turned off camera and Elizabeth started talking to Katrina, but the audio can’t be picked up.

Brian Rentfro: “Uh-oh, this doesn’t look good for Stone”

Jon McDaniel: “No, but it looks great for the rest of us!”

Oville P. Ichabod vs Joshua Danielson

Singles Match

The match was well paced out and back and forth showcasing both Oville's technical prowess as well as Joshua's high impact offence. The beginning of the match was all Oville, surprising Joshua by his ability at countering Joshua’s early strikes. Oville had used a lot of what was perceived as old school moves, like a snap body slam, a vertical suplex and a hip toss, but they were all effective in wearing Joshua down. There was a close call halfway through the match where Oville was able to push Joshua off the top ropes and saw him go crashing to the outside. Joshua appeared to have tweaked his right knee and Oville started working on it. With an Indian death lock, Oville appeared to have the match wrapped up but Joshua was able to drag himself to the bottom ropes, which led to the hold being broken up. Oville tried to stay on the offensive, however Joshua was able to avoid a few sluggish blows and Joshua was able to get the upper hand on Oville by hitting him with a quick spinning heel kick. Joshua kept the attack going by whipping the older competitor into the corner and hitting him with a running shoulder third, causing Oville into a sitting position. Joshua ran at Oville and hit him with his running senton! Joshua went for a cover but only got a 2 count. Danielson picked up Oville and went for a cradle pile driver, but was reversed with a back body drop. Joshua hit the mat and Oville tried to follow up with a patented knee drop, however that failed when Joshua got out of the way. Oville put up a good fight but in the end he couldn't slow down Joshua enough to take him out and when Joshua hit Oville with the Punishment, it was all over as Joshua covered him for the 1 2 3!!

Winner: Joshua Danielson

Dysfunctional

Backstage, we find Enika Engel throwing fist after fist, knee after knee, and toe kick after toe kick into an oversized punching bag, anger written across her face. The faint sound of "Hard To See" by Five Finger Death Punch emits from the ear buds of her iPod as the camera man draws closer to her location. He stands back a ways as to not disturb her, trying to get a few shots of her pre-match warm-up. Judging by the amount of sweat on her now drenched white wife beater and forehead, she's been at it for awhile. She throws a few hard knees into the bag as someone approaches in the distance. Whoever it is doesn't waiver her attention at first, but as they loom a little bit closer, she throws one last jarring punch into the bag before trying to walk off in the opposite direction.

Voice: Stop right there!

She doesn't, instead she grabs her duffle bag and keeps heading in the opposite direction, towards the camera man who's now hidden behind one of the many support pillars holding the roof up. She keeps going until the man, now revealed to be "The Virus" Matthew Engel, her brother, catches up to her, and gives her a hard spin by the shoulder.

Matthew Engel: You crossed the fucking line this time, Enika.

Enika Engel: Crossed what line? The one where I expose you for the horrible person that you are, or the one where I finally stood up and let my feelings be known?

Matthew Engel: The one where you get off talking about my daughter. Listen, what's between you and I is one thing, but when you brought her up? You killed any amount of sympathy I had left for you. We're finished.

She says, smugly, giving him a hard poke to the chest with her finger. He catches her by the wrist.

Matthew Engel: Is this all just some kind of game to you?

Enika Engel: Goddamnit, take your hands off me right now!

Matthew Engel: No, Enika, I won't. You took it beyond business this week, you took it to a personal level that I would've NEVER done to someone I care about, much less family. You want me to air personal laundry on you? Because I can. Let's talk about the intricate details of what happened when you were 'captured'? How's that sound? No, even better, let's talk about how through all of these years, you hung around Dustin like a sad little puppy until he finally showed you some affection, because you were too scared to tell him how you really felt, scared that he would push you away. Let's talk about how hard you cried on my shoulder after your first public loss. You're pathetic, Enika, and while I understand that you've been through a lot - I am NOT the man you want to take your frustrations out on.

She starts to tear up a little bit, she lets out an angry murmur that's inaudible to the viewing public.

Matthew Engel: Oh, oh, what's that - cat got your tongue now? Can dish it but can't take it, is that it?

She lets out an angry wail that's accompanied by even more tears. She finally whines out something that sounds like 'sorry', but it's hard to tell.

Matthew Engel: You're sorry? I don't think you quite understand, Enika. I'm through with you. No more apologies. I just can't forgive you this time.

He says, finally letting go of her - much more somber and calm than when this first began. He begins to walk away...

Enika Engel: Matt, wait, please... I...

The Virus continues walking, never breaking his stride. Enika wipes at her face as her tears begin to dry, rage written across her face. The camera then goes back to the inner sanctum of the arena.

Nightmare vs Lucious Starr

Singles Match

For the next match, Lucious Starr is introduced first and he enters the ring, turning to ready himself for his match with Nightmare. However, at that point ‘Come with Me’ starts and Chamelion comes out, limping as he is now using a cane and has a mic in hand.

Chamelion: Sorry to disappoint you, Lucy, but Nightmare is not here tonight. His condition is not completely known by yours truly but I’m hoping the time away is short. As it stands, you get a victory out of forfeit. Enjoy it, cause those are going to be few and far between. See, Lucy, while Raizzor got a measure of vengeance against you at Who’s the Man!?, you still went to the finals and did rather well for yourself. No denying when you want something you do try your damndest, so, with that in mind I added you to next week’s KoE qualifying Battle Royal. Win, and you represent the PWA for the KOE title and you’d better do good, but lose… and well, I have other plans for you, plans you won’t much like. GOT IT!?

Chamelion grins and turns and leaves, leaving Starr to glare up at the empty stage.

Winner by forfeit: Lucious Starr

Jimmy Henderson vs David Blazenwing

Non-Title Match

Jimmy and David met in the ring for their match. David got the early advantage and tried to keep the pressure on Jimmy with a few high impact moves like a power slam and a snap suplex, but he couldn't keep Jimmy down for long. Jimmy hit David with a few kicks and started to build momentum by utilizing a hip toss into a side headlong on David. Jimmy would follow up his early assault by going for bigger moves on the Intercontinental champion like a snap bull dog, followed up by planting David into the mat with a DDT. Jimmy went for a cover and got a 2 count. Jimmy kept the attack going until David countered, hitting him with the Blazecution. After a near fall, David would keep pressing with a gorilla press slam followed up by a high risk maneuver, a diving elbow drop. In mid air though, David had a look of shock when he saw Jimmy move knowing he was going to hit the canvas. Jimmy started to mount a comeback hitting David with a high impact pile driver for a 2 count, followed up by attempting to his Blazenwing with his patented finisher, the Whistling’ Dixie. The kick was a little stray however and David was able to get out of the way. Feeling desperate, Jimmy went for a straight punch but David countered by getting Jimmy in the Shock Lock and Jimmy was forced to tap out.

Winner: David Blazenwing

Lucky Number Four

"Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Matthew "Virus" Engel comes out to the ring, dressed in his dark green tuxedo with his World Title around his waist. He has a microphone with him. He unhooks the belt around his waist and throws it over his right shoulder.

Brian Rentfro: It's about time, Jon.

Jon McDaniel: I agree Engel worked hard to get where he's at right now, and we had a vacancy for far too long.

Matthew Engel: "Ladies and gentlemen, I fought extremely hard to be your new PWA World Champion, to bring the PWA to a new era. No longer will you have to worry about if the PWA will have a top champion. No longer will you have to worry about the stability of this company. We, as we always have, are going to carry the AOWF into greatness, and we'll drag those other places kicking and screaming. We are elite. We are the upper echelon of this business."

Some mixed cheers and boos.

Matthew Engel: "Which begs the question: why the hell would Mark Sommers pick Simon Kalis of all people to represent the PWA in the AOWF World Title match? He has a contract with REBEL Pro, he was fired by Mark initially. I just don't fucking get it. Guys like myself, Jethro Hayes, even Marxx and Matt Stone; we've all been loyal to Pioneer Wrestling. I, myself, have been here - and no where else - since February 2008. I'm coming up on my 89th PWA match, and I've gotten my fourth PWA World Title reign. I've bled more for this company than Simon Kalis could even fathom. Sure, it was nice of Simon to help keep the PWA going when I was on hiatus. Yeah, top notch. You turned Chaos into a megashow, good for you.

I've been keeping the PWA on the highest level for over three years, you piece of shit. And you have the fucking audacity to question my victory at Who's The Man?! We'll see who has the last laugh when you walk away from Honor Bound empty-handed, and Mark looks like an even bigger fool.

Then Mark, maybe you'll wise up and let one of your true superstars have an opportunity to represent the PWA on the highest level and actually win."

Matt leans against the ropes.

Matthew Engel: "But that's enough of that. I came out here to talk something I touched on in my promo last week. Jethro Hayes isn't pleased with the way the PWA has been treating him right now. I don't blame him. From what I've heard, the Southern Hero might be leaving the PWA for new opportunities. Well, I'm here to say to Jethro... I really think you should give the PWA a few more months. Why? Well, being as how Honor Bound may or may not force me to defend my World Championship, the next big opportunity for my first title defense would have to be at High Stakes. Now - I leave that in the hands of the PWA, whether they want me to defend my title in April or May. It doesn't matter to me, because there's only one man that's going to face me in my first title defense.

That will be Jethro Hayes.

Mark - you robbed Jethro and myself of our rivalry-ending finale match. You wouldn't let us settle everything for the World Title, and in the finals of the Who's The Man?! tournament. Let's face it; you know that we would have beaten Starr and Marxx respectively, and moved on to the finals. But you had to ruin that. Now, I won't face anyone for my title unless it's Jethro Hayes. You really need to think about that. Think about how the PWA has been bleeding since Genesis, and if you want to stop the bleeding and keep the PWA at the level it has been at, you need Hayes and myself more than we need you."

Some more cheering now from the crowd. A "JETH-RO, JETH-RO!" chant stirs up. Engel nods.

Matthew Engel: "You see, Mark? You lost talent to Lisa Seldon. You lost Simon to Larry Gordon for a brief amount of time. You lost Johnny Maverick because he's a retard and wouldn't get himself checked out. But you could have prevented that if you gave him a better contract that kept him solely in the PWA. You lost Nightmare. I mean, it's getting pretty ridiculous is it not? Then, you go and reward Simon the spot in the AOWF World Title match? How's that going to sit with the rest of us? No, Mark. You really need to come down to reality, and the reality is that right now - you need all of us a lot more than we need you.

I suggest you get your fucking act together, and you let Jethro Hayes face me for the World Heavyweight Championship. One final match between us. One more to truly decide who is the better between us. A respect match, for the community's top World Championship. Give us that, or.. well, you've always got Simon Kalis to help fill your events with gun violence and giant robots.

Oh, and his loser brother, too."

Engel drops the mic as "Sympathy" picks up again. The crowd is cheering for their World Champion, perhaps for the first time in a long time. Engel walks out of the ring and heads backstage.

Brian Rentfro: Engel is making demands for Mark Sommers. That never works well.

Jon McDaniel: Engel actually has a good point. They were robbed of their finals match, and they want to settle their rivalry once and for all.

Brian Rentfro: I guess we're in agreement. Jethro and Engel at High Stakes for the World Title would be epic.

Jon McDaniel: Indeed it would, and it would certainly help keep the PWA on top of the AOWF community.

Rayn, Rayn, Go Away!

We come in on Matt Stone standing in front of the PWA Rampage logo with a look of confusion and bemusement.

Matt: “So, I don’t know what’s going on here, I can’t seem to find either of my interviewers around here. I don’t know what’s going on here, but it doesn’t matter right now, I’ll sort that out in a minute, right now I have to focus on you, Daniel Kalis. Or, should I say Rayn?

You can say you’re done with Rayn, you can claim to be reborn, you can say you were on a six year acid trip if you want to, but the bottom line is, you are and you always will be Rayn. You can’t escape your past Rayn, all you can do is learn from it and try to better yourself. That being said, you’ve got no chance tonight. Not a single one, I have every base covered, I have every angle measured and I have line scripted.

You’re a goofy person Daniel? Well I’m not, I can’t go from depressed to angry to happy to bat shit crazy all in the span of a minute. What you’re describing isn’t the attributes of a wrestler Daniel, they’re the symptoms of a schizophrenic. Daniel and Rayn, Rayn and Daniel, you’re the same person, and the sooner you come to peace with it, the sooner you’ll be able to stop looking like a giant douche and make some real head weigh in your life. Sorry to rain on your parade, but I’m just trying to help you.

Am I the only one to notice that I won last week? I beat three men last week at Who’s the Man, and yet you keep talking about a losing streak I’m apparently on? Well this imaginary losing streak you claim I’m on will stop tonight, while your will continue to grow to legendary status. Neither Rayn, nor sleet will stop me from beating you tonight.

If the best you have is that I suck, I have to question why did you open your mouth in the first place? I know you’re not used to enter a verbal war with someone the likes of myself, but you should have just tapped out in rehearsal if the best you could think of was I suck. You bring up Johnny Maverick, Lisa Seldon, Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan and even Paris Hilton when talking about me, but you have to realize I don’t belong on “Chicks with Dicks”, I belong right here in PWA kicking your ass.

But you were right as Rayn on one point, and that is I do have a small little part of me that’s really unsure of what I can accomplish in this business. Sure, I’ve done far more than you could ever hope to in the PWA, but none of it matters if I can’t win that big match. I couldn’t beat 5 people at Who’s the Man last year, I couldn’t beat Riona Langly at Summer Sizzler and just three weeks ago I couldn’t beat Jethro Hayes. Every time the match of my career presents itself and the opportunity to position myself into getting the PWA World Title, I come up short. Now I won’t be able to kill that part of me until I win that defining match, but fortunately for me, this won’t be one of those matches. This is just be showing up on Rampage and doing what I do best, and that’s beating people like you. So good luck in your future endeavors, cause we both know just a few more loses and you’ll be gone forever. Sorry Daniel, but when it Rayns, it pours.”

With that, Stone walks off camera.

The Spectre's Call

We fade backstage and catch a glimpse of former PWA Television champion Joshua Danielson. He cracks open a fresh bottle of orange Faygo and savors the flavor sensations as he continues to make his way down the hall.

Spectre: Joshua Danielson.

Joshua turns around and looks straight into the chest of the large man called Spectre. He tilts his head up and nods.

Joshua Danielson: Yeah? And you are?

Spectre: I am the extension of your leader's will and power. The instrument of his vengeance upon the Pioneer Wrestling Association, and the salvation of her warriors.

Joshua cocks an eye brow as Spectre takes one step closer.

Joshua Danielson: What're you talking about?

Spectre: The time has come Joshua Danielson. The time for you to answer for your betrayl of your leader, Simon Kalis.

Danielson takes a sip of his orange Faygo and shakes his head.

Joshua Danielson: Betrayl? I never did such a-

Spectre: You were warned.

Spectre reaches out with his hand to grab Danielson's throat, but Joshua ducks quickly. Spectre appears slow and lumbering next to Danielson. Spectre goes for a roundhouse kick but Danielson easily ducks the big mans attempt and dekes to one side. Danielson goes for an uppercut but Spectre grabs him by the wrist and smiles. He still has his Faygo in his other hand and shoots the liquid all over Spectre's face, the fizzy soda burning his eyes and forcing him to let go. Danielson starts to back away.

Joshua Danielson: I don't know who you are, but you've got the wrong guy man.

As Danielson turns around he is immediately met with a very familiar face.

Simon Kalis: Hello Joshua.

Joshua Danielson: You?! Simon? YOU?! Oh my god...

Danielson looks Simon up and down. Simon is once again wearing his complete military outfit, minus the Order of Chaos emblems.

Simon Kalis: The General has returned, old friend.

Kalis steps past Joshua as Spectre finishes wiping his eyes. Spectre appears ready to pounce but Simon puts his left hand up as his right hand is lightly placed against his stomach.

Joshua Danielson: I never betrayed you Simon. What's going on?

Simon Kalis: You did when you chose to remain with Starr throughout this entire time. You did when you secretly plotted with him to usurp my power in the Order. Do you think because I lost my eye, that I lost my memory?

Specre seems almost to be growling, held back only by a hand.

Joshua Danielson: So this is how it is huh?

Spectre steps forward past Simon.

Spectre: You will fall.

Kalis lights a cigarette and blows the smoke towards Danielson.

Simon Kalis: Tell Lucious I said hi. Prepare yourself, my friend.

Danielson shakes his head as he backs away, Spectre smirking.

Simon Kalis: You're fucked.

Kalis brings his thumb across his throat and then points at Danielson, nodding.

Simon Kalis. Fucked.

Spectre: See you soon, Joshua.

Danielson turns the corner without ever turning his back. Kalis pats Spectre on the back as we fade...

The Phoenix vs Simon Kalis

Singles Match

Phoenix comes out first, hits the ring and receives a very split reaction. Up next, Kalis gets introduced, and receives a massive backlash of boos and hisses, but he shakes his head once and proceeds to ignore the crowd. He reaches the ring and enters, looking focused for his match with Phoenix. The bell rings and the two men collide dead center of the ring. They know each other well from their previous encounters and each man takes the other to task. Phoenix catches Simon with a knee to the gut and then sends him down with a swinging neck breaker. Phoenix stomps away, before throwing Simon to the corner and whipping him harshly to the opposite corner. Simon hits with his back, but comes forward with a clothesline that catches Phoenix off guard. Simon then follows with three body slams, the tried and true method and then a knee to Phoenix’s masked face. Phoenix is up, and they go back and forth, the crowd more and more behind Phoenix as the match progresses. Phoenix catches Simon in the corner, hits a high kick that stuns Simon and goes for the Flame, but Simon counters and is able to put Phoenix down with the Sentencing of the Damned for the 1-2-3!

Winner: Simon Kalis

The crowd is hissing, booing and generally questioning why Kalis is in a PWA ring, while Phoenix is helped to the outside by the referee when from the crowd, quite unexpectedly appears Victory’s own Hostile! He slides into the ring and before Kalis can turn, blindsides him with a steel chair to the back of the skull. As Simon is laid out, Hostile drops the chair and points to Kalis as if to say ‘this is your best?’.

He slips from the ring, getting unusually loud applause from the PWA arena and just shakes his head before jumping the ring barrier and disappearing through the crowd.

Secret Plots

We are backstage in Chamelion’s make shift office, where he sits at his desk with his personal assistant, Despri currently filling his cup with coffee.

Despri: Been a wild night so far, right Mark?

Chamelion nods absently.

Chamelion: Kalis up to his old tricks, Bogard probably going to be in my office yet again, Danielson picking up a needed victory, and losing Nightmare and having to be all nicely to Lucy? Yeah, it has been.

Despri: Lots of people are wondering about Simon Kalis, and why he’s here.

Chamelion: I know, I’m going to answer that here tonight. Do you have the papers I requested?

Despri points to the folder to Chamelion’s left.

Despri: On your desk, Sir. I know you’ve been too busy to be in here, but I had them ready for you this morning.

Chamelion: Quick and efficient, love that about you. Did you get a hold of Michael?

Despri blushes crimson red, but answers promptly.

Despri: Yes. He agrees with your suggestion.

Chamelion: Figured he would. All depends on next week, however, but we’re confident. Thanks, Despri. Would you please go and check on catering? See that everything is in order. I’m going to spend time alone looking this over.

Chamelion taps the folder as Despri nods.

Despri: Of course, Sir.

Despri walks out the door with Chamelion eyeing the view as she leaves, smirking.

Chamelion: Fine, very fine!

Chamelion flips open the folder as we go back to ringside.

Matt Stone vs Rayn

Singles Match

The lights through the arena dim down as green lasers and spot lights fill the arena as an eerie instrumental begins to play across the speakers. Only moments after the musical notes begin playing, a melodic voice begins to sing the opening verse.

)My pain filled drama queen is always screaming at your bed
Getting ready to buy you out
'Cause we all know
What goes around comes around
You should've known what I was all about
Do not test me(

Rayn steps through the curtain, walking into a fixed spot light on the stage. He drops to a knee for a moment, appearing to be praying. Then as the angelic voice begins singing the chorus be stands back to his feet, raising his arms above his head.

Eric Emerson: Making his way to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred thirty two pounds...

)Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please(

Daniel starts walking to the ring slowly, the fans giving a mixed reaction to the new attitude of their former hero as he looks out at the crowd, his face telling the people nothing.

Eric Emerson: He's a former eight time world heavyweight champion, The Acidic Prophet...

)So get up and get out and I'll show you
What it means for me to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world(

Rayn slides under the bottom rope, standing in the ring and quickly walking over to the nearest corner. He steps up onto the middle turn buckle, raising his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists o make an "X".

Eric Emerson: HE IS DANIEL KALIS!!!

Rayn hops off the turn buckle, walking to the opposite side of the ring and climbing up onto the ropes, bouncing on them a little as he raises his right arm above his head, using his left as support to balance. The crowd continues to give a mixed reaction, just a slight bit more cheering for him than not. He pulls his jersey off and tosses it out into the crowd, his new "King of the World" shirt on display as he waits for the bell.

Eric Emerson: “And his opponent…”

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Eric Emerson: “From Ottawa, Ontario Canada, he weighs in at two-hundred and five pounds…”

Matt Stone comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. He struts down the ramp towards the ring, wearing his patterned hoodie with a large Maple Leaf on the back. He threatens to hit a member of the crowd who was holding up a "Canada sucks" sign and just walks on.

Say whoa (whoa)
The more I feed it (whoa)
The more I need it (whoa)
Whoa
You say whoa
Whoa is me
I'm so whoa

Eric Emerson: “He is Maaaaaatt Stooooone!”

Brian Rentfro: “He’s coming out alone, that’s not a good sign”

Matt gets on the apron and gets inside the ring, heading straight to a corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle raising his hands. "I'm the best there is!" He shouts out over the loud jeers being rained down on him. He shakes his head to their reaction. "You don't deserve to see me!" He shouts out getting down and taking off the hoodie. Matt get's ready for his opponent, bouncing off the ropes to loosen up as his music fades away

The bell sounds and Daniel and Matt walk to the center of the ring. Staring each other done, Stone opens his mouth to insult Daniel no doubt, but before he can unleash a lethal one-liner he get’s punched in the face for his trouble. Stone drops to the mat quickly but get’s up only to be whipped across the ring, Daniel running at the other side and rebounding odd the ropes and hitting Matt with a hard clothesline! Matt goes down and Daniel gets the first cover of the match

Daniel picked Stone up and chopped his chest once, twice, then grabbed his head and quickly drove him into the mat with a DDT! Matt’s head bounced off the canvas and he quickly rolled to the side and out of the ring to catch his breath.

Brian Rentfro: “That’s right, clear your head Matt, good move.”

Jon McDaniel: “I thought you weren’t going to cheer for either man?”

Brian Rentfro: “I’m not cheering, just calling like I see it”

Daniel got out of the ring after Matt and Stone started backing up, putting his hands in the air trying to calm Daniel down. Daniel was buying none of it and came after Matt, but fell into Stone’s trap as Matt grabbed the front of Daniel’s tights and pulled forward into the steel post! Daniel’s head bounced off the post and Matt rolled back in the ring.

Matt got to his feet and looked over the ropes at Daniel who was just starting to get up. Matt spat at him from inside the ring and Kalis looked up, pissed. Mat’s eyes widened as Daniel got on the apron and in the ring. Matt started backing up again as Daniel charged at him for another clothesline. This time Stone ducked the oncoming strike and wrapped his arms around Daniel’s waist and lifted him in the air for a release German suplex. Stone floated over and quickly locked in an arm bar on the down Kalis.

Matt: “Tap! Tap!”

Daniel: “Fuck you!”

Jon McDaniel: “That sums it up right there”

Daniel pulled on Matt’s hair with his free hand and slipped his arm out of the grasp of Stone and punched Matt in the side of the head. Matt’s head tilted to the side and gave Daniel enough time to get to his feet, just moments before Stone got up. Daniel, with the advantage, measured Matt up and hit him with a spinning heel kick, knocking Stone flat on his back on the mat. Daniel went for a second cover.

1!

2!

Kick out!

Again Matt was able to kick out, but Daniel wasn’t rattled by Stone’s perseverance, he was just testing him. Grabbing the back of his head, Daniel raises Stone to his feet and grabs his head. Daniel tries to hit Stone with a spinning neck breaker, but Matt grabs hold of the top rope and Daniel spins himself on his back. Stone shoots a foot down and kicks Daniel in the side of the head, smirking. Daniel sits up holding his head and Matt slaps him in the back of the head before pulling him up to his feet, grabbing hold of the younger Kalis and flipping him over with a Northern Lights Suplex. The referee goes to count the fall.

1!

2!

Kick out!

Jon McDaniel: “Looks like Daniel isn’t ready to give up.”

Brian Rentfro: “No, but it also looks like Matt Stone is back on his game.”

Both men are getting to their feet, Stone a little quicker than Daniel and when Matt is fully vertical he sends a kick to Daniel’s right arm. Daniel, holding his arm gets to a vertical base and has his right leg kicked once, then a second time. Matt then spins in place and hits Daniel’s jaw with the back of his arm Matt then kicks Daniel on the tip of his knee, causing Daniel to scream out and fall to one knee. Matt measures Daniel.

Matt: “KNEEEEEEEL BEFORE ZOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!”

Matt goes for his roundhouse kick, but Daniel ducks and Stone spins a full 360 degrees, when he’s facing Daniel again, Kalis jumps up off his knelt position and grabs Stone by the back of the head and drives him down on the knee Matt had just kicked.

Brian Rentfro: “Oh my god!”

Jon McDaniel: “C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!”

Brian Rentfro: “On Matt Stone? He can’t do that, can he?”

Jon McDaniel: “He just did! He might have hurt his knee, though!”

Daniel was holding his leg after coming down to the mat, but seeing Stone sprawled out on the mat was too tempting to give up and he crawled over to pin his opponent.

1!

2!

Brian Rentfro: “Not like this…”

3-No!

Kickout!

Matt kicked out at the last second.

Brian Rentfro: “Yes!”

Jon McDaniel: “What happened to not cheering?”

Brian Rentfro: “Who am I kidding, this is Matt Stone!”

Daniel had a look of disappointment on his face, wondering if he could have pinned Stone faster of the match would be over. He didn’t take long to dwell on that thought, however as he had more pressing matters to deal with, like the sharp pain in his right knee. Daniel started getting to his feet, showing an obvious limp with his right leg. Daniel signaled to the crowd that he was going to try and end the match as Matt was just getting up. Daniel sent a weak kick with his right leg which connected with Matt’s midsection and doubled him over and Daniel tried to set him up for his finish, the Epiphany. Daniel hooked Matt’s arms, but only for a moment before Matt freed his arms and grabbed Daniel’s legs, pulling them back and causing Daniel to fall on his back. Still with Daniel’s right leg in hand, Stone quickly spun around it and locked in a figure 4 leg lock!

Brian Rentfro: “You sound surprised, I told you, its Matt Stone out there, not some jobber!”

Daniel screamed out in pain as Stone applied maximum pressure on Daniel’s right leg. Stone had his arms to help prop himself up as he looked over at Daniel writhing in pain. Daniel hit the mat out of frustration as he tried to find a way out of the hold.

Brian Rentfro: “He tapped! He Tapped!”

Jon McDaniel: “No, he didn’t! Look, he’s trying to get to the ropes!”

Daniel was indeed trying to pull Stone across the ring so he could get to the ropes that were only four feet out of Kalis’ reach. Matt was doing his best to stay put, but Daniel’s upper body strength were too much for Stone to resist and Daniel was bale to pull himself the necessary distance and get to the bottom rope, causing Stone to reluctantly break the hold. Matt did that and Daniel was the one this time to pull himself out of the ring to try and create some distance.

Brian Rentfro: ‘What a coward, leaving the ring like that.”

Jon McDaniel: “Matt did that at the start of the match.”

Daniel tried to put some weight on his right leg as he walked around the ring a bit using the apron for support. Stone took this time to dash across the ring and kick Daniel through the ropes with a baseball slide.

Brian Rentfro: “Safe!”

Jon McDaniel: “I think Daniel might be out…”

Brian Rentfro: “Save the jokes to the professionals like Matt Stone.”

Stone slid the rest of the way out of the ring and picked up Daniel from the ground and slammed his head into the steel steps, laughing as he did. Daniel’s head bounced off it and he walked a few steps away from Stone before his leg gave out and he stumbled into the announce table. Stone walked over and grabbed the back of Daniel’s head again and rammed it against the announce table, causing Kalis to fall to the ground. Stone started clearing off the table and looked at the commentators.

Matt: “Better get out of the way, I’m about to make it Rayn!”

4!

5!

By this time, the two men were getting close to being counted out. Hearing this, Matt rolled his eyes and walked over to the ring, rolling in, then back out to break the count. Stone then finished clearing off the table as Brian and Jon headed away.

1!

2!

Matt reached down and lifted Daniel to his feet and rolled him on the table. He heard the count again and turned to the referee.

Matt: “Shut your damn face!”

Stone rolled back in the ring, then back out again. This prompted senior referee Lance Weston to leave the ring with Stone, pleading that he get back in the ring. Stone ignored his words and was just glad that he wasn’t being counted out anymore. Matt get on the announce table and grabbed Daniel by the back of the head and lifted him up, rolling his arms setting Daniel up for the Rolling Stone.

Brian Rentfro: “Matt did this to Jethro Hayes three weeks ago and it nearly ended Jethro, will it work on Daniel Kalis?”

Stone went to complete the move, but Kalis quickly squirmed out of the grasp and grabbed Stone’s head, driving him face down on and through the table!

Jon McDaniel: “X marks the spot! Guess it won’t work this week.”

Brian Rentfro: “Shut up Jon, our table!”

Lance Weston had just a hint of a smile after seeing Stone driven through the table before going over to check on the participants. Daniel was still holding his right leg and Stone wasn’t moving. Lance walked back over and got in the ring, starting his count over.

1!

2!

3!

Daniel was the first to move, rolling on his stomach and pushing himself up on his left leg. Daniel started to walk towards the ring, heavily limping at this time. Matt was still down, but he was rubbing his face now.

4!

5!

Kalis rolled back in the ring, grabbing his right knee gently as he settled in the ring, looking out at Stone. Matt was starting to get up, holding his forehead.

6!

Brian Rentfro: ‘Matt, get back in the ring, that’s Rayn in there! You can’t lose to Rayn!”

Jon McDaniel: “I think he knows who that is, he just got owned by him.”

7!

Stone started walking to the ring, stumbling from side to side a little dizzy. Matt then fell to one knee holding his head.

8!

Jon McDaniel: “He’s not going to make it!”

Brian Rentfro: “He has to!”

9!

Like a cannon shot, Stone shot up from his one knee and dashed to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and the sigh of Brain Rentfro could be heard through his headset. Daniel had gotten to his feet by now and, while holding the top rope for support, sent a few kicks with his left leg at the back of Stone’s head.

Jon McDaniel: “Matt might have gotten back in the ring, but can he survive Daniel’s retaliation?”

Daniel let up on the stomps and pulled Stone up to his feet only to grab him and toss him over Daniel’s head with a T Bone Suplex. Stone flopped on the mat and Daniel quickly got up and, without thinking, jumped into the air and came down on the back of Matt’s head with a leg drop. Quickly realizing his mistake, Daniel grabbed his right leg in pain.

Brian Rentfro: “What an idiot! Now’s your chance Matt!”

Jon McDaniel: “Matt’s down as well!”

Stone was indeed holding the back of his head and Daniel was holding his right leg, but he still managed to muster the strength to roll Matt over and pin him. Lance got down to count the fall.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Stone barely rolled off his left shoulder to keep he match going. Daniel was getting a little annoyed now and got to his feet, slowly. He looked at Matt, angry. He called for Stone to get up and as Matt was doing so, Daniel took a step towards him and rose his right leg in the air, connecting with Stone’s chin, hitting him with The Impact! Matt stood there for a few seconds before falling backwards, flat on his back. Daniel fell to the mat as well, screaming out in pain and holding his leg again. Daniel crawled over and went for the cover.

1!

2!

Kick out!

Again, Stone was able to shoot his shoulder off the mat at the last second. The crowd started to boo, apparently picking the lesser of two evils in Daniel.

Jon McDaniel: “That was close”

Brian Rentfro: “A little too close.”

Daniel got up, able to put a little more weight on his right leg and limped over to a corner opposite Stone. He knelt down and watched Matt struggle to get to his feet. Daniel ran his hand through his hair as he watched on, waving his hand as if begging Matt to get up. Stone did as he was asked unknowingly and slowly turned to face Daniel. With a grimace of pain, Daniel started charging at Stone, who barely caught a glimpse and instinctively covered his face but was caught in the midsection with a huge spear! Matt flew back a good three feet and laid on the mat. Daniel crawled over and draped his arm over Stone’s body.

Jon McDaniel: “This could be it, what a Spear!”

Brian Rentfro: “Matt’ll kick out, he always does.”

1!

2!

3!

The bell sounded and Daniel rose his arms in the air, but Lance was immediately waving it off. Daniel looks up at Lance confused and lance walked over and showed Daniel that Stone’s leg was on the bottom rope. Daniel put his hands in front of his face; he couldn’t believe his rotten luck. Daniel started to get to his feet slowly and looked down at Matt, as if disgusted. Daniel slowly picking Stone up and brought him to the center of the ring before setting him up for the Epiphany again, but once again Stone countered with a double leg pick up and stepped between Daniel’s legs and flipped him over, locking him in a Sharpshooter!

Brian Rentfro: “Yes! It’s over, what a counter!”

Jon McDaniel: “Well say what you will, but Stone certainly had that move scouted.

Stone leaned back hard on the sharpshooter, Lance got down in Daniel’s face to see if he would give up. Daniel screamed out in pain as Matt put on more and more pressure. The first thought of Daniel was to get o the ropes, but he had just brought matt to the center of the ring and he was far from every side. Daniel tried to pull Stone, but didn’t get that far before collapsing face down and Matt screamed out.

Matt: “Ask him! Ask Him!”

Lance did ask Daniel, but all Kalis could do was shake his head no. Once again Daniel propped himself up and tried to drag Stone to the ropes, getting a little closer. Matt shook his head and leaned back, but Daniel was determined to get to the ropes. Inches and inches Matt was brought closer to the ropes as Daniel reached out desperately for the ropes. Just at the last second, Matt brought him right back to the center of the ring.

Daniel cried out and considered just tapping out there and living to fight another day, but he didn’t want to give Stone the satisfaction and pushed up one last time, this time using his momentum and he tried rolling to the side. Matt wasn’t expecting this and fell off his balance and landed on the mat on his knee and Daniel was able to reach back and donkey punches Stone in the back of the head. Matt immediately released the hold and grabs the back of his head.

The crowd started to react as we see both Katrina and Elizabeth Davis walking down to the ring. The walked right down to the ring, Katrina walking around to where the time keeper sits and grabs a steel chair. Elizabeth get’s right up on the apron and starts shouting at Matt. Lance get’s right up in her face telling her she has to get down. Daniel is holding his leg and Stone is just starting to get up, wondering what was going on, looking at Elizabeth who has some choice words for Stone. Katrina slides the chair in the ring, stopping between the down Kalis and Stone, who has his back to it.

Stone gets to his feet and takes a few steps towards Elizabeth, questioning why she was down here now. Daniel was taking the time to rest and slowly started getting up as Matt was still looking at Davis, who at this point was trying to get into the ring. Lance was keeping her at bay, but Stone didn’t see Daniel reach down and pick up the chair. Daniel took one step towards Matt raising the chair in the air when Katrina shouted out.

Katrina: “NOW!”

Stone immediately spun around 180 degrees and punted Daniel right between his legs, causing him to drop the chair and hunch over holding his junk, but Stone wasn’t done there. Matt grabbed Daniel and set him, hooking both his arms behind his body and leaping into the air, driving Daniel face first down upon the steel chair!

Brian Rentfro: “Oh my god! There’s an Epiphany for you!”

Jon McDaniel: “I don’t believe this”

Daniel’s face bounced off the steel and Matt pushed the chair to the side where Katrina quickly pulled it out of the ring. Elizabeth got off the apron quickly as Stone rolled Daniel over and hooked both legs. Lance spun around and saw the cover, going down and slamming his hand on the mat.

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2!

3!

The bell sounded a second time and this time it was for real, as Matt had taken the victory from Daniel Kalis who was laying on his back. Matt rolled out of the ring and into the arms of Katrina and Elizabeth, smiles on all their faces. Both Elizabeth and Katrina held one of stone’s arms up as they walked away from the ring.

Brian Rentfro: “What a genius ploy! They fooled all of us!”

Jon McDaniel: “They certainly pulled the wall over my eyes.”

Stone, Liz and Katrina all move up the stage, grinning as Rayn pulls himself to his feet, looking pissed. The three disappear backstage as Rayn falls out of the ring and stalks up the ramp after them. As he reaches the top......

Your Questions Answered

‘Come W/ Me’ Strikes up again and the crowd gets to their collective feet as Chamelion comes back onto the stage. face to face with Rayn.

Jon McDaniel: Oh, boy.

The two stare at one another, and Rayn points to the replay on the screen with Stone cheating. Chamelion eyes it solemnly and nods once but doesn't say anything. Rayn growls.

Chamelion: In two weeks, the night before Honor Bound begins in the AOWF, you, Matt Stone, rematch.

Rayn nods, appeased and walks off stage, missing the next bit.

Chamelion: Hell in a Cell.

The crowd roars its approval and he looks around, taking in the sights before he speaks.

Chamelion: Ya know, there’s been a lot of people questioning my decision to rehire Simon Kalis. Not that I have to explain myself to anyone, let alone Matthew Engel, I’ll do so just cause it gets annoying shifting through 40 voice mails just to find anything of importance. Everyone keeps asking, so here’s the answer.

He pauses.

Chamelion: Remember the old saying? Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer? There you go. Plain and simple. No complex plots, no subtle undertones, no devious plans from yours truly. It’s simply better business to be able to keep an eye on the man who has cost you so much then to let him loose running rampant in Rebel Pro unabashed. As it stands, his connection to Rebel is secondary, he is first and foremost an AOWF Superstar, and as you have all seen here tonight and in the past couple of Months, everyone is popping up everywhere.

He grins.

Chamelion: But Kalis, here in PWA? It serves two purposes; keeping him close and controlling him. Oh, I don’t mean like a puppet master and puppet, Simon’s not that type; but his chances to rise to the top are in my hands. Why he got the AOWF world title bid? Hmm, let me see? Let’s check off the names shall we? Matt Engel? PWA World champion, yes, but he has to defend the AOWF World Tag-Titles on night four. While good, I’m not going to split his attention on that evening. Jethro? Still don’t like the man, and he’s been a bit of a bitch lately, so why would I honor him? Lucy? Obviously no. And Matt Stone? Oh, I could have; but the man has to cut back on how much he tries to do, before I’m letting him represent this company. Besides, I gave him an offer and he turned it down, I don’t out right reward that.

Shrugging, Chamelion continues.

Chamelion: I could have named Nightmare, but as we have heard, he’d be out by now anyway. Sure there are a lot of valued names in the PWA, but as it has always been; you gotta be A) Available and B) Worthy. Rehiring Simon Kalis resolved both of those issues, as he is a former PWA World Champion and no doubt he is capable of facing the big names.

Winks.

Chamelion: So I hope I’ve answered your questions, and that you’ll stop judging me for my actions in this regard. I do what I want, how I want, it’s my company, and if you want to be recognized, well… to me it’s never been about how many times you win; but how you come back from your losses. Remember that down the road, kiddies, cause it’s going to be a major factor on who gets what, from now on. GOT IT!?

Chamelion turns as his music hits and he steps off the stage before we move to our next match.

Matthew Engel vs Enika Engel

PWA vs Victory Match

Jon McDaniel: I've just been informed that former PWA General Manager and current Victory Wrestling talent Joe BoXeR will be joining us for commentary! Here he comes now!

Joe comes down to the ring. They didn't have his entrance ready for him, but he wasn't about to wait around. The PWA fans are on their feet, giving Joe due applause. Joe reaches the commentator's table.

Joe BoXeR: "Jon, Brian. Good to see you guys again."

Brian Rentfro: "Came to keep an eye on the family tonight, Joe?"

Joe BoXeR: "You betcha. Let's go to Eric!"

Jon McDaniel: "Hey I'm supposed to say tha--"

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one pinfall or submission. Introducing first, representing Victory Wrestling...

The house lights fade, as a very dull sky blue takes over the stage area. “Whispers” by Unsun comes to life over the PA-system, bringing with it a mixed reaction from the fans. Slow, white strobing lights begin to line the entry way, straight down to the ring. This brings out Enika Engel, arms out to the side, her wrists limp and pointing down as she does a twirl out onto the main stage. Dustin "Thunderwolf" Kelser accompanies her tonight, dressed in a black business suit with a blue tie. He's sporting a familiar pair of sunglasses, and has bad intentions written all over him. But, how can you blame him? With the hell they've been through, you can't expect any less.

Black feathers fall from the heavens as they begin their ascension toward the ring.

A few of the aforementioned feathers dance their way across her skin, sending a chill down her spine. She sways to the beat of her music, off in her own little world. Her eyes instinctively shoot off left and right, always looking for that incoming attack from enemies long since past. In the way of clothing, Enika wears a soft, white corset; which comfortably finds it’s way around her chest and torso – cross-stitched in design, and held up by spaghetti straps that hug her shoulder blades. A very thin, black bra is wore underneath just in case of any sort of wardrobe malfunction. Going further down, her legs are covered by first a loose black skirt that comes to about the mid-length of her thigh. Beyond this, tiny-stitched black fishnets feed into a pair of black wrestling boots that cut off just above her ankle. The only other accessory of note is a pair of black, leather gloves that cut off at her first knuckle (wrapping only around the base of her thumb) leaving the top of her palm, and her four fingers exposed.

Using the palms of her gloves, upon reaching the ring, she pushes herself backwards up onto the apron, where she giddily kicks her legs like a child, laughing. This leads to her rolling under the bottom rope and crawling her way over to the center of the ring, where she rolls onto her back and straight into a kip-up, her arms out to the sides once again as she spins around underneath the spotlight that encircles the ring. She doesn’t retreat to a neutral corner, but instead drops right back down onto her rear, sitting Indian style in anticipation of her opponent. Wolf hangs on the outside, admiring his beautiful wife and waiting.

The lights go out inside the arena as "Sympathy for the Devil" performed by Guns N' Roses hits the sound system. Green and silver pyros shoot off as spotlights around the PWAtron move to the rhythm of the song.

Eric Emerson: Introducing now, hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...

Matthew Engel steps out from behind the curtains as one of the moving spotlights shines down on him. He is in his usual dark green tuxedo. The magnificent voice of Axl Rose comes to life.

"Please allow me to introduce myself..
I'm a man of wealth and taste.

I've been around for a long, long year..
Stole many a man's soul and faith."

The crowd gets on their feet, but most of them are booing the former World Champion. Engel begins to make his way down to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

"Pleased to meet you.. hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game."

Engel remains focused on the ring, and reaches the steel steps. He ascends onto the apron, and climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes.

"I watched with glee..
While your kings and queens..
Fought for ten decades..
For the Gods they made."

Eric Emerson: He is your current PWA Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion... he is MATTHEW.. "VIRUS"... ENGEL!!!!

"Just as every cop is a criminal..
and all the sinners.. saints..
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer..
'cause I'm in need of some restraint.

So if you meet me..
have some courtesy..
have some sympathy..
and some taste.

Use all your well learned politesse
or I'll lay your soul to waste."

Engel removes his World Title and hands it to referee Scott Swindell. Engel has removed his jacket, tie, and dress shirt, revealing his standard white undershirt. He begins to stretch in the ring and prepare himself for the match.

DING DING DING!

Brian Rentfro: I’m truly hoping Enika loses her top somehow.

Jon McDaniel: Right in front of her brothers? Sick, dude.

Joe BoXeR: Keep your pants on, Brian.

Virus and Enika Engel lock up in the middle of the ring. Virus hits Enika with a quick shoulder block that causes her to rock back against her feet staggering slightly. Still Enika persists and she locks back up with Virus in an attempt to gain the upper hand. Enika delivers a quick kick to Virus' shin making him release his grip on her and giving Enika time to level Virus with a quick clothesline. Enika wastes no time as she begins to stomp into Virus with harsh kicks directly into the side of Virus' ribs.

Brian Rentfro: Come on Matt. You can't let your little sister beat you up like that.

Jon McDaniel: Enika is a talented wrestler Brian, she knows what she's doing.

Joe BoXeR: She's been trained by some of the best. She's got the Engel drive and resiliency.

Enika bends down looking to pick up Virus when Virus brings one leg up into the air and aims it directly for the side of Enika's head. This shot takes the Engel sister by surprise and sends Enika crashing back down against the mat from the impact of Virus’s boot. Virus brings himself up to his feet and dusts off the front of his shirt before walking over to where Enika is rolling around on the mat and successfully grabbing onto a handfull of her hair. Virus pulls Enika up to her feet and quickly levels Enika back down with a DDT. Virus places himself over the fallen body of Enika Engel and begins pulling at her as he applies a boston crab.

Jon McDaniel: Virus locks on with a picture perfect Boston Crab.

Joe BoXeR: It hurts to see them go at it, but it was bound to happen.

Brian Rentfro: And from this angle I think Enika’s shirt is beginning to slip.

Joe BoXeR: Seriously, Brian. I'll tell her that you're saying this stuff. She won't like that.

Enika grabs onto her hair with both hands as she cries out from the pain shooting throughout her body. The referee kneels down near the two and begins asking Enika if she would like to tap out in order to have Virus release the hold. Enika shakes her head no with determination as she begins using her elbows to attempt crawling closer towards the ropes. Virus leans back looking to apply more pressure to the Boston crab, but Enika continues to fight against the hold until she finally manages to reach the bottom rope with the tip of her fingers. The referee shoots up to his feet and orders for Virus to release the hold, which he does after a few moments, but not before giving Enika a sharp kick to one knee.

Jon McDaniel: Virus being the veteran of these two is certainly showing why.

Joe BoXeR: My brother Matt is one of the best competitors around, and Enika isn't too far behind.

Brian Rentfro: She’s managing to fight back though.

Virus slowly circles around Enika Engel who is holding onto her knee with one hand as she slowly attempts to bring herself back up onto her own feet. Virus looks like he is waiting patiently, like a lion would stalk its prey, and the moment that Enika staggers back onto her feet Virus is there to greet her with a vicious spinning heel kick that levels Enika back down onto the mat flat on her back. Virus places himself on top of Enika and hooks the leg making the first pin attempt of the match. Swindle slides down and begins to make the count.

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2...

Jon McDaniel: And she gets her shoulder up!

Joe BoXeR: Near pinfall there.

Enika manages to lift her shoulder up from the mat interrupting the three count. Virus stands up onto his feet looking annoyed with Enika and she reaches down to pull her up again, but Enika stops her with a quick ,unseen by the referee, rake to the eyes. Virus staggers back blinded for a moment, which gives Enika the time to jump her to her feet and rush towards Virus hitting him with a running neckbreaker that levels both of them down against the mat. Wolf gives Enika a golf clap for her hard work to put her brother down.

Brian Rentfro: Yeah, I’m beginning to actually forget I want to see some Enika nakedness.

Joe BoXeR: Thank God.

Enika inches closer over towards the fallen body of Virus and drapes one arm over his body. The referee slides down against the mat and begins to make the three count once again.

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2...

Jon McDaniel: It’s going to take more than that to put Virus out.

Virus gets his shoulder up and interrupts the three count. Enika pounds her fist against the mat in frustration as she rolls away from Virus in an attempt to catch her breath. Virus pulls himself up onto his feet and as he watches Enika doing the same thing more slowly, Virus takes a running start and levels Enika back down against the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Virus pulls Enika back upwards by grabbing onto two handfulls of her hair. Virus hits Enika with a quick snapmare that sends Enika crashing down hard against the mat and holding onto her lower back thanks to the impact.

Jon McDaniel: Virus is back on the offensive here, showing why he is the PWA World Champion.

Joe BoXeR: Indeed, Jon. Matt talked the talk and walked the walk at Who's The Man?!

Brian Rentfro: It was only a matter of time Jon before Matt got the belt back.

Virus grabs onto Enika Engel and quickly tosses her out from the ring through the ropes and crashing down hard against the concrete floor below. Virus makes his way over to the apron as Scott Swindle starts the count out. Virus keeps his cool in the ring as Wolf is attending to Enika.

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Enika slides back into the ring as Virus tries to gain the upperhand with a quick stomp as she tries to rise. He picks up Enika, and connects with a swinging neck breaker. He crawls back up, and looks out at the crowd. As he turns around he is hit with ‘The Fake Sound of Progress’ and he hits the mat hard. Enika raises her hand in the air as she jumps to the top rope. The crowd chants.

Jon McDaniel: Enika is hitting the top!

“E-NI-KA! E-NI-KA! E-NI-KA!”

Brian Rentfro: And there she goes!

Joe BoXeR: Someone counting that hang time?!

Enika leaps off the top rope with a devastating twisting variation of a swanton bomb. Enika clutches her lower back after impact before she drapes her arm over Virus’s chest. Scott drops for the count.

Jon McDaniel: I’m not sure who that hurt more as Enika covers Virus.

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Brian Rentfro: Arm up!

Joe BoXeR: A close one there. This match keeps going back and forth like it should, an instant classic.

Enika and Virus get up slowly. Virus and Engel nod at each other and just start throwing lefts and rights at each other.

Jon McDaniel: Now it’s a brawl! This match can’t decide which way to go.

Brian Rentfro: Gotta love when two superstars go on a Rampage!

Jon McDaniel: That was just terrible.

Joe BoXeR: I agree.

Virus and Enika are going back and forth. Neither one is willing to budge as Wolf gets the crowd going for Enika on the outside. Virus with a left, Enika with a right. Enika follows up with a knee to Virus' gut. Another knee. Uppercut from Enika! She's got him reeling back, but Virus ducks a clothesline attempt and Virus takes Enika down quickly with a swift kick to her feet. Virus grabs both her legs putting them together, then quickly splitting them causing Enika to thrive in pain on the mat. Virus now takes his turn on the top rope. The fans give him a huge pop as he leaps off the top rope with an asai moonsault. Unfortunate for him Enika rolls out of the way.

Brian Rentfro: Damn, that’s gotta hurt.

Jon McDaniel: This time I know who hurt more after that move.

Enika pounces quickly on the fallen Virus and hooks on a half crab. Virus squirms in pain as he begins reaching for the ropes.

Enika drops the hold, and turns around to grab his leg again but is greeted with a foot to her face. Blood trickles down upper lip as she staggers backwards. Virus gets up, and leans back against the ropes before leaning back and running at Enika. Enika gets leapfrogged, expecting Virus to bounce off the other ropes; she turns around and is greeted this time by a roundhouse house kick to the head.

Brian Rentfro: A stellar kick there by Virus.

Jon McDaniel: Enika is definitely razzled right now.

Joe BoXeR: Here's where the match will separate who wants it more, gentlemen.

Virus brings Enika to her feet. He whips her into the ropes. Enika comes back and leapfrogs Virus and goes into the ropes again. Virus takes her down with a hip toss. Enika lands hard and Virus stomps on her quite a few times. Virus brings her back up to her feet and nails the Sons of Plunder!

Joe BoXeR: Ouch! I actually helped him develop that move.

Brian Rentfro: Sure you did.

Jon McDaniel: Virus nails the Sons of Plunder and could have the win here!

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Joe BoXeR: Enika got her foot on the bottom rope! Great awareness right there after what she just went through.

Wolf is clapping on the outside, yelling trash talk to his brother-in-law.

Jon McDaniel: Wolf's happy about that.

Brian Rentfro: A little too happy.

Joe BoXeR: I think he's on medication.

Virus and Enika are back up in the ring and taking shots back and forth now, opening up an all out brawl in the middle of the ring until Virus whips Enika towards the corner. Enika catches herself and lifts her body upwards, her feet aimed back as Virus runs towards him. Yet instead of running into Enika's boots, Virus catches himself and then grabs Enika by the legs and rips her off the corner, spinning and dropping her down onto the canvas with a face-first sitdown powerbomb. Virus is up and jumps onto the top rope but as he comes off with a double elbow drop Enika spins herself out of the way and lashes out with a double sideways thrust kick to the back of Virus's head as he hits the canvas, adding thunder to the impact. Enika is up now and flips herself off the top rope and hits a moonsault onto Virus. Virus pushes Enika off of him and throws a wild kick to Enika's shins, forcing Enika to remain grounded. Virus's up now and hits a dropping flying elbow to Enika's head.

Jon McDaniel: Both of these competitors will do whatever it takes to win tonight.

Joe BoXeR: You got that right. This is more than business. This is family pride.

Enika flips herself onto her feet and turns swiftly to catch Virus coming for him quickly. Enika switches it up to Muay Thai and lashes out with an elbow uppercut to Virus's chin sending him stumbling back. Enika raises her left leg up, her knee twisted inwards as he snaps her foot forward into Virus's side. Enika attempts this with her right leg but Virus raises his leg to block. Enika starts a fury, switching and rotating between legs with this set of attacks but Virus keeps up with his blocks. Enika jumps back and cocks her right leg straight forward towards Viruss face in an angle kick, but Virus dodges it and grabs ahold of her leg. Enika hops up and spins her left leg upwards to take Virus out but Virus ducks this as well and now Enika falls awkwardly to the canvas, Virus still holding onto her leg. Quickly capitalizing now Virus applies a half Boston crab on Enika and mounts the pressure.

Joe BoXeR: Happened back in 2002 when they fought over the AOWF Intercontinental Championship. Wolf was victorious. Since then, they haven't been one on one. A few triple threats and a cage match come to mind, but all multi-competitor matches. So far, Wolf holds one pinfall over Virus, and Virus holds nothing over Dustin.

Enika manages to get to the ropes and Swindell forces Virus to break the hold. Virus and Swindell argue for a moment while Enika makes it back up to her feet. Virus turns around and goes after Enika, but Enika covers Virus's face with a spray of pink mist!

Jon McDaniel: Whoa! Virus is covered in pink.. stuff!

Brian Rentfro: A little tribute to Dustin's "Wolfsbane", and she calls it Lips Like Morphine. How clever.

Jon McDaniel: And guess who is happier than a pig in mud right now? Yep, Thunderwolf.

Virus is trying to wipe his eyes so he can see, but it buys Enika just enough time to leap off the second rope and connect with the Ante Up! Virus falls to the mat, dead to the world, and Enika covers.

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DING DING DING!!

Eric Emerson: "And the winner of this match... ENIKA...ENGEL!!!!"

Joe BoXeR: And the little engine that could is victorious. Enika manages to upset her own brother on many levels here tonight, and walk away with a loud victory.

Jon McDaniel: Enika doesn't look right, Joe.

Brian Rentfro: She looks a little psycho.

Enika is on her feet, her eyes wide and with a crazy smile. She's starting to lose it, starting to break down. She's shaking turnbuckles, the ropes. Anything. We hear Joe's headset drop. He slides into the ring as Virus is still laid out. Joe walks over to Enika, trying to get control of her. We can hear Joe yelling "It's gonna be okay!"

Jon McDaniel: Enika looks in bad shape, Brian. But that was a great match between the two siblings, and Enika managed to upset the PWA World Champion here tonight.

Brian Rentfro: She blinded him with that pink stuff. It doesn't count!

Jon McDaniel: A win is a win, and she's done it.

Joe is trying to calm Enika down, but.. it's just not working. Obviously with the tragedy she's been through, she's still messed up. Meanwhile, Thunderwolf enters the ring and gets a huge pop from the crowd. Virus is managing to come to, and getting up to a knee. Wolf bends down. We can make out the words.

Thunderwolf: You're a useless piece of shit. Go home, Matt.

Jon McDaniel: Some unkind words from his brother-in-law, there.

Brian Rentfro: Hey, he can't walk to our PWA World Champion like that!

Scott Swindell is about to hand Virus his PWA World Title, but Wolf snatches it away from him.

Jon McDaniel/Brian Rentfro: Hey!

Thunderwolf: You don't fucking deserve this.

Wolf gives Virus a snide look, and then tosses the title down at Matt. Wolf begins to turn around toward Enika, but receives a stiff kick to his left leg - the one that was broken and is currently braced. Wolf falls to his knee, writhing in pain. Virus gets up and locks in his modified million dollar dream choke hold!

Brian Rentfro: Yes! Good job, Matt! Don't take that crap from a washed-up Thunderwolf!

Jon McDaniel: Be careful, Brian. Virus has got Wolf locked in that choke hold, and security is coming down to the ring.

Meanwhile, Joe and Enika finally realize what's going on and they try to break Wolf and Virus up. Wolf is nearly passed out as Virus probably has it locked in as hard as he's ever had it.

Joe BoXeR: LET GO MATT! YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM!

Virus doesn't listen, but instead Enika and Joe manage to drag Wolf away. Joe does the majority of the work, tossing his brother into the corner while Enika attends to her husband.

Jon McDaniel: I have a feeling this won't be the last of this, Brian.

Brian Rentfro: I agree Jon. The line has been drawn in the Engel-Kelser family. The two veteran Engel brothers against Enika and Thunderwolf. This could have epic disaster written all over it for their family.

Jon McDaniel: Or maybe this is what they need to settle their own problems once and for all.

Cut to commercial.

Hunter Sullivan (c) vs Marxx

PWA Grizzly Beer Championship Match

The match started out as a technical showing of skill but quickly degenerated to a brawl. The match, a submission match that was chosen by Hunter pre-match, meant there were no disqualifications in the environment and a fact that Hunter tried to take advantage of by choking Marxx out with a television cord. Marxx fought back with shots to the ribs and took control of the bout from there. Suplexes, slams and holds made up Marxx's offense and it was clear that Hunter hadn't recovered from his match with Nightmare at Who's the Man. Marxx stayed on the attack, but Hunter wasn’t going to just be ran over and fought back, hitting Marxx with a chop block from behind and had locked Marxx in a figure 4 for a good two minutes before Marxx was able to roll on his back.

Marxx refused to tap to Hunter’s hold and continued to lay down the pressure on Hunter with his Party Crasher and Canadian Leg Sweep. Marxx tried to soften Hunter up with his signature moves, but he knew that he couldn’t win by pinfall, so he had to rethink his strategy. Sullivan was visibly shaken up and was placed in a sleeper hold from Marxx, who was desperately trying to end the match and get Sullivan to tap out, but the Viper was not going to give Marxx the satisfaction on that exchange and fought out of it. Hunter started making a comeback using a steel chair for his offense and ended up hitting Marxx with his S.A.F. but it wasn't enough when Hunter was forced to tap out to the Marxx out. Marxx got up and held his arms in the air celebrating his victory!

Winner: Marxx, new GB Champion

Great Fire of Montana

Jon McDaniel: Oh god no I just got word.

Brian Rentfro: The word?! What about the word? That it's the bird?

Jon McDaniel: No you-

He's interrupted as "Mind Heist" by Zack Hemsey begins to play over the speakers. Simon and Daniel Kalis step out to an uproar of boos and yelling directed towards them. Spectre steps out behind them and puts two large red canisters down at his feet, towering over the brothers as he extends his arms out to either side. The Kalis brothers offer a stomp and a salute as a golden arch of pyros sets off behind them.

Jon McDaniel: Oh no...

Brian Rentfro: Oh yes!

Both Simon and Rayn are in military camoflauge as they begin making their way down to the ring. Spectre picks up the canisters and follows.

Eric Emerson: Introducing! Spectre! Daniel Kalis! Simon Kalis!

They circle the ring completely ignoring the fans.

Eric Emerson: The PWA's COMMON ENEMY!

They all step into the ring, walking up the steel steps and all seem very somber. Simon grabs the microphone from Eric Emerson and chucks it to Daniel.

Daniel Kalis: This is a night to remember!

Simon gouges Eric Emerson in the eyes! Kicks him the gut! TEARS OF REDEMPTION ON ERIC EMERSON! Simon jumps to his feet yelling and cussing at the booing crowd as Emerson rolls out of the ring to the ground nearly KO'd.

Jon McDaniel: WHAT THE HELL?! YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!

Brian Rentfro: Uhm he just did...

Daniel Kalis: This isn't a takeover! This isn't a war!

Simon slaps Spectre on the back and both men smile.

Daniel Kalis: This is chaos!

Daniel drops the microphone as Simon hops onto the top far right corner turnbuckle. He taps his left eye and points to Jon McDaniel.

Brian Rentfro: Hey Simon just waved to you!

Jon McDaniel: Yeah what exactly is he doing though?

Daniel and Spectre slide out of the ring now, Spectre leaving his two red canisters in the ring. Simon Kalis stands up on the top rope and raises his arms. He leaps off and hits a DROPKICK ON JON MCDANIEL, PUTTING HIMSELF AND MCDANIEL THROUGH THE ANNOUNCERS TABLE!

Before he can finish Spectre grabs Brian Rentfro from behind by the neck, first grabbing Rentfro's tie and choking him with it from behind. Spectre then lifts him up into the air by the back of his neck as Simon gets to his feet. Daniel and Simon smirk now as they both get on one knee, their bent knees barely touching as Spectre chokeslams Rentfro face and belly first over their knees. The crowd is in absolute shock as Daniel grabs the ring bell and smashes it over the face of the timekeeper. Spectre grabs both McDaniel and Rentfro and chucks them into the wreckage of the announcers table. Simon grabs another microphone from ringside and walks by the fans as they cuss and boo him, although there are a few who revel in the destruction.

Simon Kalis: Everything we have ever done was for the advancement of this company, the PWA. Everything we've ever done was for the integrity and evolution of this sport. This sport, so honorable and timeless. Even if you could not see it, what we accomplished was the advancement of competition, the very building block that propels our glorious endeavor inside the ring.

Kalis can barely hear himself think as the boos grow and grow, Spectre reaching under the ring and pulling out bolt cutters. Rayn and Simon slide into the ring and Daniel picks up the microphone in the ring.

Daniel Kalis: What we accomplished was solidfying this company as the best in the WORLD! We MADE you respect this ring again! We MADE you bow your head when you saw THIS!

Daniel points to the PWA emblem over the center of the ring, Kalis nodding proudly to his brother. Spectre begins cutting the ropes one by one from each side of the ring until they've all fallen and gone.

Simon Kalis: On the surface, last year, you saw us as a force of evil and of destruction. But what we did?! We FORCED every single wrestler back there to take notice! That the laziness and aimless directions. We saw the complacency and forced you to FIGHT! We forced you to defend yourselves and carry yourselves with honor and dignity. We brought you a war so you could all witness the glory that is this fine sport. This sport that you have all trampled on repeatedley for your own selfish gains. We gave birth to a brand. CHAOS! A brand that stood out and was the driving force of a resurgent PWA!

Spectre drops the bolt cutters and nods as he looks to Simon and Daniel.

Daniel Kalis: Yet suddenly, we find ourselves back in the same place we were before.

Simon Kalis: Apathy. Nihilism. Ignorance. They all breed the same results. Piss poor performances, weak champions and worst of all? An obvious and utter disrespect for this ring, this company and this sport.

Kalis spits down at the PWA emblem in the ring.

Simon Kalis: I spit for you! For all of you who have forgotten the meaning of being a Pioneer in the modern age!

Daniel spits as well to the canvas.

Daniel Kalis: I spit for you! For all of you who think you're above this sport and the PWA.

Simon nods and looks at Spectre, who has remained silent thus far. Spectre spits on the canvas where the PWA emblem is and Simon throws him the microphone.

Spectre: I spit for you! Those of you are sitting backstage right now and watching the very literal manifestation of your apathy take the form of the destruction it sows! YOU. ARE. COWARDS!

Spectre chucks the microphone back to Simon. Spectre begins grabbing each canister and spilling out oil all over the ring. Fans at ringside shriek and begin back away from the barricade.

Simon Kalis: Let this stand as a testament and a monument to your failures. To you, Teresa. Who would defeat me and then just leave as if the PWA was a fucking stepping stone to Victory. To you Hunter Sullivan! For showing us exactly the kind of pathetic creature you are against Marxx.

Daniel Kalis: This is for you, Ash! You who treat this sport like it's a video game for you to just play through. This is no game, kid! This is our life! Our blood stains this ring! Our lives are etched in it's memory! This isn't Xbox 360. This is the PWA!

Simon Kalis: For you Johnny, who every time he can't win a title match finds a reason to drop out! Stay the FUCK out then, because the days of you making a mockery in this company are over.

Spectre chucks the canisters out of the ring and Simon and Daniel step forward, Spectre stands behind them like a tank.

Simon Kalis: To the cowards who fled to Victory! To the posers who fiddle in the BWF! To the cheats like David Blazenwing and O'Ryan! To each and every single one of you watching we say NO MORE! You have dishonored this sport and this business long enough. What we have done here tonight?

Simon pulls a cigarette from behind his ear and presses it to his lips. He takes a zippo lighter out and sparks the cigarette, but does not flick shut the zippo.

Simon Kalis: Let this illustrate in no uncertain terms your nihilistic philosophies and comedic bafoonery brought to life. For all of you are killing this sport, you are killing the PWA. So let this night, here in Montana. Stand as the monument to your failures as fighters, warriors and wrestlers.

Simon drops the lit zippo to the canvas and it bursts into flames.

Simon Kalis: Chamelion you fired me and look what happened to your company. It is burning, Mark.

Kalis extends his arms as the flames sweep all across the ring, into the aprons and the ring posts. Fans at ringside immediately begin evacuating the ringside area with the direction of security.

Simon Kalis: It's burning Mark and you need only look at the cowards who remain twiddling their thumbs. We are tasked with once again saving you all from yourselves, but this time make no mistake. There is no hidden agenda. No wish to take over the PWA, or some grand war plan puke green. As putrid as your attitudes.

Kalis takes a drag from his cigarette and scoffs.

Simon Kalis: For the Lord said he washed away the worlds sin with water the first time.

Daniel Kalis: Just as The Order of Chaos washed away apathy and ignorance once before.

Simon Kalis: But he said next time! Next time, I shall BURN THIS WORLD!

Daniel, Simon and Spectre nod as their flame retardent clothes begin to give way to the rising flames. They jump off the ring and step a few feet towards the entrance ramp. The cameraman postions himself in front of them, and so Spectre stands behind the brothers with the ring completely engufled in flames and burning down behind them. It is a horrifyingly picturesque moment.

Simon Kalis: This is a rebirth! This is a new beginning! Let this fire be the literal manifestation of the burning of the PWA that you have all done in your hearts! With your apathy! Your failure! And now step aside as we bring you what it is to truly be a fighter. To truly be a wrestler, and to truly be a Champion. We stand here tonight. To manifest a new destiny for the PWA. One chosen by the strong...

Daniel Kalis: This isn't war...

Simon Kalis: This is rapture.

Simon and Daniel stand shoulder to shoulder, Simon extending his right arm out forward as Daniel extends his left arm forward. Spectre extends both arms out to the side.

Simon Kalis: We stand as the Common Enemy to the misfits, bums and apathetic failures who would see the PWA derailed and fall. We are here to save you from yourselves. Sadly you had your chance last time.

Daniel Kalis: This time your salvation?

Simon Kalis: Comes through your destruction.

They all turn around and stare into the flames as the PWA ring collapses in onto itself and fire fighters arrive on scene as we fade to the PWA logo...